PRE-ENDGAME REUNION LOG

[grimgrinningghosts]

[For those of you who've touched the box, congrats, you made a good call.

You find yourselves sucked in to a black void, The Hollywood Tower Hotel stands in the distance. Everywhere you look, you'll see familiar faces and...amusement park rides. That's fine. Everybody ride Mr. Toad's Wild Ride with their significant others.

You still have work to do. You need to prevent this from ever happening again. But, for now, you need to be happy. Have fun.]

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(OOC: Welcome, friends! Round 3, with the help of the now-redeemed(?) Hades, has made their way to Deadland. The survivors of Round 1 and 2 will arrive approximately half an hour after this. You have approximately two hours ICly before Rod, Hades, Mickey and Ghostave discuss battleplans.

This is our cooldown log before the This will be the last log you have from us until Sunday, where we'll kick off the first phase of our great big gay endgame week. Feel free to make as many toplevels as you want until then.)

Comments

[terribibble]

[Fiddleford waves the hand attached to the arm not sandwiched against Stan's side.]

That's fine. I've already had one, I don't expect them to go great even in a church. Y'know my littlest sister knocked one of the other ones into a fountain tryin' to get at the bouquet? There's no way this one could go any worse.

[stanbyme]

...Well, that sounds like a challenge.

[STAN, NO.]

By the way, if you don't let Mabel help plan she's gonna give you the Eyes. And possibly hit you in the back of the knees.

[terribibble]

[STANIEL...

It's good, though. If he's going to be Fiddleford's brother, even in-law, then Fiddleford frankly expects to be given some amount of shit. It feels familial. It feels nice.]

'Course she can help. I was watchin', not for all of it but for some of it, y'know. I know she's good.

[He's also exactly the kind of sappy kitschy dad who would much rather have the centerpieces at his reception be made by his new niece than store-bought.]

[stanbyme]

Good? She's more than good. You need a craft done, she's the best there is, no matter what it is. She's got that in common with Ford.

[dam staniel your taxidermies- you know what nevermind]

You ain't met her yet, have ya?

[terribibble]

[He shakes his head.]

Not in person, no. And I think seein' me was... odd. For Dipper. Since they both know the me from, uh. About thirty years forward.

[The him that he's terrified of having to one day become just to keep the timeline intact. No matter what Ford says about it not mattering, about 'we'll do it anyway', that's still something that nags at the back of his mind.]

I figure there's goin' to be some adjustment needed. But I'd like to meet her.

[stanbyme]

[His expression shifts to sympathy for a second, and then he lets go of Fiddleford's shoulders after a last squeeze.]

Think you just caught Dipper by surprise, is all. I already told Mabel when I threw Ford under the bus about getting hitched without telling anyone.

She was madder about missing the wedding than about you being, uh. Younger.

[...And less crazy.]

[terribibble]

[The being less crazy is definitely a plus. He still hates shoes -- he's not wearing any right now -- but he's not threatening to eat people. It's better, comparatively.]

Oh, she didn't miss much. We just ate a piece of fruit together, that's all. Nobody even officiated. And technically death parted us so we probably ought to do it over either way. She'll get her party.

you saw nothing

[stanbyme]

I heard. Don't worry, I gave Ford crap for it too. [It's like, his job, as the technically-younger brother.] Some kinda weird destiny fruit or something?

[terribibble]

Mmhm. Don't know how much truth there was in that. I figured it was just a metaphor.

[How did you get married? Oh, I ate a metaphor.]

The idea was it'd sort of... tie your destinies together, I guess. [He laces his fingers together in front of himself demonstratively.] And bein' real honest with you considerin' I couldn't get him out of my life even when I wanted to I think we were already in that boat.

[stanbyme]

[He makes a thoughtful noise at the explanation and thinks about how much he could use one of those.]

Bet it probably tasted like feet, too.